It’s November 27th. I have four days (yes, I’m counting today) to reach my 50,000 word count. Guess how many I have to go?
A little over 18,000.
Yeah. That damn flu sidelined my writing efforts. After all, when you’re busy staring at the ceiling, wondering if this is how you’re going to die, it’s tough to concentrate on a novel (I kid, but only a little).
However, I am nothing if not stubborn. So this blog? May be neglected for a few days more. But hey, you’re all busy. You won’t miss me, right?
Just go on back to all your Black Friday/Cyber Weekend/Manic Monday holiday shopping. I’ll be back (with bleeding fingers) before you know it.
But before you go, explain to me what on earth makes getting up at 4 a.m. to go shopping worth it. I can’t think of anything I want bad enough to make that trip.